Apple iPad

April 3rd, 2010

The Apple iPad is out today. (In the United States.)

The device has generated many, many words even before being properly leaked, let alone announced, and more still after the January 27, 2010 announcement.

I’m not here to tell you the iPad is missing features, or underpowered, or overpriced. Features are relative to requirements, power is relative to needs, and price is relative to everything. It might be underpowered and overpriced for some, but others it will be just right. Poking fun at lack of USB ports or multitasking or Flash is cheap, easy, and popular, but it’s totally been done a thousand times over. Personally, I am intrigued by the slate form factor — just not the Apple implementation.

I’m here to tell you the Apple iPad makes me uneasy. Very uneasy.

Much of the more insightful commentary following the iPad announcement focused on the philosophy underlying the device, and not without reason.

I don’t have that much of a problem with iPad the movie watching slate or iPad the game console or iPad the ebook reader: iPad, the appliance.

I do have a large problem with iPad, the future of computing.

Apple seems very intent on expanding the deployment of iPhone OS. It’s spread from a smartphone, to a handheld device to a media slate. This from a company now calling itself a mobile device company. Of course, they should have an interest in expanding iPhone OS’s popularity: it’s likely cheaper and easier to develop and cheaper and easier to run, hardware-wise. I’m all for leaner, user-friendlier software. It probably doesn’t hurt Apple gets 30% of all the (official) software sales.

You will have no problem finding people to tell you the iPad is the future.

Many have commented on the tinkering, exploration, and play angles of the iPad Question; of those, Alex Payne’s and Mark Pilgrim’s posts caught my particular attention.

(Alex’s verdict: disturbing. Mark’s: a real loss.)

The general idea is that by encouraging playing, tinkering, and messing with things, computers of yore allowed their users to develop creativity, analytical thinking, and curiosity. Appropriately, for both the writers, the computers in question were made by Apple.

I have similar experiences — not on Apple computers, there weren’t a lot of those in Poland in mid-to-late 90s — but the personal stories are not the point here.

One of the responses to those arguments, by Faruk Ateş, charged:

When these men became programmers, they didn’t do so because tinkering was “so much fun”; they did it because there was no other way. [emphasis original]

He and many others manage to impressively miss the point.

Children don’t tinker because they want to become programmers, because they want to learn to program or learn anything else. Children tinker because it’s fun. There is no ultimate goal. They do not, at least initially, kick a football around because they want to be on Manchester United’s first team. They do not play in the kitchen because they want to become world-famous chefs, nor do they play with LEGO because they want to become mechanical or civil engineers. They play and tinker because they are curious and that is what children do.

Luckily, they do develop very important skills while tinkering, trying things out, pushing the boundaries, breaking things occasionally. This is a side effect — a very important and happy side effect, but a side effect nevertheless.

The iPad is a LEGO set that can only be assembled into what’s drawn on the box.

The iPad is a microwave. You can’t realistically do whatever you please with a microwave, and most people won’t expect to. But the future of food delivered from microwaves — quick, easy, user-friendly, one-button — is a bleak future. No one will become a world-famous chef by playing with making food in the microwave when they’re 12. The stove presents much more opportunity to mess up and spend hours cleaning up the aftermath, or even burn down the place. It also presents an opportunity for expression and exploration that just cannot be realized in the limited nature of the microwave oven.

It looks like Apple would really, really like it if more people would get rid of their stoves and only use microwaves.

The “it’s either secure, user friendly, easy to learn, or it’s tinkerable” line of thinking commonly used against these arguments is a false dichotomy. Mac OS X comes with a command-line terminal and a variety of other ways to mess with and, yes, break your system. Compared against the iPhone OS, the primary reason OS X might be considered more difficult is not because it’s easier to break; it’s because it’s more overwhelming with its functionality.

As Cory Doctorow wrote in a recent post that was otherwise less than pointed:

Buying an iPad for your kids isn’t a means of jump-starting the realization that the world is yours to take apart and reassemble; it’s a way of telling your offspring that even changing the batteries is something you have to leave to the professionals.

This isn’t about us not understanding a paradigm shift. This isn’t about us not understanding how the new world moves. We understand it — and we are very afraid it will lack supremely important features of the old world.

Here’s to tinkering.

Montreal Streets

January 6th, 2010

This is an expansion to my thoughts on Montreal, as threatened promised. Read the rest of this entry »

Montreal

January 5th, 2010

Much of this was written in mid-September, forgotten in draft hell, put off for months, and occasionally augmented. I’m not sure it’s perfect yet, but it’s good enough.


A friend and I went to Montreal for four and a half days in September before classes started. My first visit to the city, though with any luck it won’t be the last. Here are some random thoughts collected by the end of the week. Not a proper blog post, but spamming all of this on Twitter would have been excessive. I have pictures; they will make their way to Flickr eventually.

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2009

December 31st, 2009
  • 3B, my best term by academic performance since first year, by a fair margin, not fully related to sudden spikes in intelligence or work ethic. Fun times with 4 midterms and 12 job interviews in four days just before the reading week. I finished with more job offers than midterms failed, so I consider it a success.
  • Last work term, went reasonably well.
  • 4A, went pretty okay in the end, though at some points it felt like more work and less results than 2B two years ago. Special thanks to ECE, as usual.
  • Two projects I wanted to do, Take the GRT one of them, pretty much fizzled out. Not too thrilled about that, but that was the year.
  • Fell in love with Toronto. Because every building is a shop and every person is a shopper.
  • Fell in like with Montreal. The visit was too short, I will be back.
  • Became significantly jaded with Waterloo. Not its fault, really, but on categories influenced by size it can’t compete, and those became important.
  • Wheels fell of the Flickr train, and I now have a 11-month backlog. The fact I insist on uploading chronologically except in special circumstances does not help.
  • Managed not to buy another camera(s), but it doesn’t look like I will last long into 2010.
  • Completed my conversion into an appalling hipster. Music spam: Year of Broken Social Scene in the first half, and Cocteau Twins in the second half. Unsurprising, really. Four great releases to start off: Junior Boys, Metric, Phoenix, and Röyksopp. A new múm album leaked just before summer started and it proved to be the perfect summer album.
  • Other notable new albums from Young Galaxy, Think About Life, Mew, The xx (just barely, listened in late December).
  • Saw live: Bloc Party, Hexes and Ohs, Goran Bregović, Bell Orchestre, Broken Social Scene (@ Harbourfront, yes), M83, Think About Life, Young Galaxy, múm, Junior Boys.
  • You don’t have a clue.
  • Love and mathematics.

Stalin ad portas

December 16th, 2009

[December 16, 2009; morning.]

He’s the Scrawny Seventeen-year-old Conscript. He’s the type you conscript when you’re desperate in a war, or when your military doctrine calls for use of lots of cannon meat. The USSR found itself in both situations, and so the Scrawny Seventeen Conscript makes up one half of the vanguard flag-bearers posted by the company on the north roadway of University Avenue just east of Westmount Road today.

Why does University Avenue have two roadways during World War II, why it looks exactly the same as it does now, or indeed why it is called University Avenue, I do not know.

I couldn’t tell you why товарищ Сталин himself is in command of the company either, but that much is indisputable, and he is firmly planted on the southern roadway, calling out orders.

The American force is visible, easily; the vanguard placed a little past Minota Hagey, with main group slightly further back.

You can tell the Scrawny Seventeen Conscript is not comfortable here. He would much rather be someplace safe, or at least safer. He has the look of negative anticipation on him; the one when you hope an exam you’ve understudied for will be easy, or when you hope your evaluation will go better than it really should.

Unfortunately, everything seems to point to exam being worse than you hope it won’t be. After unambiguous preparations, a perfectly clear order to charge ahead sounds.

The Scrawny Seventeen Conscript, pressure and fear finally driving him over the edge moments after the order, plugs Stalin with three bullets.

Stalin is indifferent; he would rather get shot than retreat. Americans are winning the war, and have to be stopped. He is hurt, of course, badly, but the attack would go on.

The second flag-bearer is not afraid; whether it is machoism, adrenaline, or actual skill, he is not affected by the shooting and the subsequent scuffle as the Scrawny Seventeen Conscript is subdued. He was ordered to charge, and he does.

Why are flag-bearers leading the charge in 1940s, I do not know.

Befitting (European) military strategy circa 1410, the American vanguard counter-charges at her opponents. She is a young woman; this is unsurprising.

After very brief scuffle, the Brave Flag-Bearer breaks the American’s wooden standard, which she considers very improper and offensive. We are shown a picture of the broken standard. The link is a direct JPG URL of a Facebook picture.

The battle continues in the background.

We find out all of Stalin, the Scrawny Seventeen Conscript, and the Brave Flag-Bearer survived.